System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

The Northern Underworld Immortal Mansion transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into Chen Xuan's sleeve. He took Qiu Zixian's hand and descended into the air.

Qiu Zixian wore a black and white long dress with dark cloud patterns embroidered on the hem. Her appearance was exactly the same as Xia Jiuyou's not far away, except that she had a bit more delicate and lively features and less of the cold and aloof air.

The moment the two appeared, dozens of Jueqing's direct disciples bowed in unison, their voices respectful: "Greetings, Senior Brother Chen Xuan! Greetings, Senior Sister Zixian!"

Chen Xuan nodded slightly, signaling everyone to prepare to leave.

After eight years of enlightenment and two months of quiet refinement of his divine weapon, Qiu Zixian was now surrounded by a faint, leisurely demonic aura. The strength of his aura was comparable to that of Xia Jiuyou, who was dressed in a white immortal feather robe.

Xia Jiuyou's feathered robe was adorned with tiny fairy crystals, which shimmered with spiritual light as she walked, and her temperament was as aloof as the cold moon in the heavens.

The two were originally from the same source. The moment Qiu Zixian appeared, Xia Jiuyou sensed something and turned to look at her.

The moment their eyes met, both of them looked somewhat uneasy.

Qiu Zixian knew that this "real person" had once fought alongside Chen Xuan. Staring at Xia Jiuyou's face, she twitched her lips slightly and silently uttered a few words: "Vixen, shameless."

With such keen senses, Xia Jiuyou understood the meaning from Qiu Zixian's lip movements even though she hadn't spoken. Her face turned ashen, and she glared fiercely at Chen Xuan—her eyes were icy cold and piercing, almost piercing through him.

Chen Xuan was incredibly perceptive and instantly caught Xia Jiuyou's gaze. However, being rather straightforward, he simply assumed that the girl missed him after not seeing him for two months.

He immediately winked at Xia Jiuyou and mouthed, "Don't do that, everyone's watching. Let's have a private rendezvous another time."

"Shameless scoundrel! Bah!" Xia Jiuyou saw Chen Xuan's lip movements and was so angry that her chest heaved violently. Her jade fingers gripped the hem of the Immortal Feather Robe tightly, and her knuckles turned white.

She abruptly turned her head away, her shimmering fairy robes making her back appear even more aloof. She turned her back to Chen Xuan and the other man, not even deigning to give them a second glance.

"Hey, she turns on me like that, is she having a split personality?" Chen Xuan scratched his snow-white hair, rolled his eyes at Qiu Zixian, and muttered to himself, "I even saved her once."

Qiu Zixian covered her mouth and chuckled softly, the hem of her black and white dress swaying slightly with her laughter, her eyes full of mischief—Xia Jiuyou's humiliated appearance just now had made her feel quite pleased.

Just then, "whoosh—"

A thunderous roar suddenly echoed through the void, and the once rock-solid spatial barrier began to crack like a shattered mirror. Wisps of eternal energy emanated from the cracks, causing everyone's clothes to flutter wildly.

The next moment, the center of the crack collapsed with a roar, and a pitch-black vortex with a diameter of tens of feet slowly emerged. The inner wall of the vortex was filled with colorful spatial turbulence, and the hazy light and shadow on the other end could be vaguely seen.

"What are you all standing there for? Return immediately!"

An aged woman's voice, imbued with supreme power, suddenly exploded in everyone's consciousness, as if it were not transmitted through hearing, but rather directly imprinted on their primordial spirit.

The voice carried the unique majesty of a Saint Lord-level expert, causing all the juniors present to shudder.

Han Jiuling, Xia Jiuyou, and other disciples of the Nine Nether Holy Land immediately bowed respectfully, their voices as reverent as bells: "We respectfully obey the Holy Lord's decree!"

"Go! Follow me back to the sect!" Han Jiuling raised his arm and shouted, his body bursting with brilliant ice-blue spiritual light. His figure transformed into a stream of light, breaking through the air resistance and rushing into the rotating spacetime vortex first, followed by several fellow disciples.

Immediately afterwards, the disciples of the Purple Mansion Holy Land used the Purple Mansion Immortal Lamp to guide the way, and the people of the Heavenly Pivot Holy Land formed an array and set off. The disciples of the Nine Turns Holy Land, Dao Yi Holy Land, Yao Guang Holy Land, and Yao Chi Holy Land also set off one after another, and streaks of spiritual light fell into the vortex like shooting stars.

Before leaving, Su Qingci couldn't help but look back at Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian's figures, her eyes filled with complex emotions. In the end, she followed Mo Xingyan and the other into the vortex.

Chen Xuan stood rooted to the spot, his white hair dancing wildly in the spatial turbulence, his body, clad in black, upright as a pine tree. He turned to look at this quasi-emperor battlefield where he had once fought bloody battles, seized the Seven-Colored Immortal Gold and numerous opportunities, a trace of melancholy and determination flashing in his eyes—this place had witnessed his rise, and also buried the withered bones of countless geniuses.

A moment later, he turned and shielded Bai Qianhuan and the others behind him, saying in a deep voice, "Come out with me!"

"Wow—"

Holding Qiu Zixian's hand, Chen Xuan took the lead and stepped into the vortex, followed closely by more than 30 disciples of the Heartless Holy Land, including Bai Qianjue, Xuan Hao, and Liu Li. One by one, their figures disappeared into the depths of the vortex.

The moment Qiu Zixian stepped into the vortex, she subconsciously gripped Chen Xuan's hand tightly. Her black and white dress fluttered in the turbulent waters, yet it always complemented Chen Xuan's dark-colored outfit.

whoosh—woo woo—

As the last figure disappeared, the rotation speed of the spacetime vortex gradually slowed down, and the colorful turbulence at the edge began to dissipate, about to close completely.

At this critical moment, from the deepest part of the void, a sickening sound of bones grinding together suddenly came.

"Shh!"

A crimson vertical eye, as large as a mountain, suddenly opened, its pupil filled with spiderweb-like black lines, and its whites swirling with a viscous, ink-like malevolent aura.

The vertical eye stared intently at the healing spatial rift, its gaze piercing through layers of void, as if trying to imprint the aura of Chen Xuan and the others onto their primordial spirits.

"Endless years of waiting... finally, the wait has come..." A faint, ethereal voice echoed, neither male nor female, mixed with the whispers of millions, reverberating deep within the void.

"The Pure White Lotus and the World-Destroying Black Lotus, these two supreme treasures that suppressed this world, have finally been taken away by someone."

The voice paused, then shifted to a near-manic excitement: "This boy is indeed a threat, but it's nothing, he's just a little Bei who hasn't yet undergone tribulation... Through countless years of comprehension, I've gained some understanding of the eternal spatial Dao born from this chaotic universe, and I'm only one step away from perfection! At that time, the restrictions of this quasi-emperor battlefield will no longer be able to confine my strange Nether Moon Royal Clan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his scarlet vertical eye slowly closed, and the surrounding malevolent aura and the sound of bones rubbing together instantly dissipated, as if it had never existed.

Only the newly healed spatial rift still retained a faint, chilling aura. As the trial of swallowing the demon star ended, an undercurrent, along with the birth of the seven-colored immortal gold, quietly brewed in the darkness and was sweeping towards the major holy lands of the Flame Dragon Realm.

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Sorry everyone, I really haven't been in the mood lately. My head would hurt after writing just one page, so I rewarded myself with a modern romance novel to recover. Actually, I didn't want to stop updating this month, but plans can't keep up with changes. My younger brother had a stomach hemorrhage and came back from out of town. He was hospitalized as soon as he got off the high-speed train. My parents weren't home. What could I, as his older brother, say? Fortunately, he recovered after a week of IV fluids.